Monday, August 14, 2006

I took Eleanor out in public for the first time in a number of weeks. And after a shaky start and a little gentle scolding, she started behaving quite nicely. So she can now come out and play, but she's on probation for a bit. I'll see how she does at this Wednesday SnB.

In the meantime I've started another sock. I'm using Lorna's Laces sock yarn for the first time. How yummy is THAT? Mmm. LOVE the feel of it while knitting and love the feel of the sock itself. I'm using the color "Jeans." I also bought some Koigu sock yarn in a really pretty kelly green. I haven't used Koigu yet, but I'm loving the LL so much, I think it's going to have to wait for a bit.

I'm a bit puzzled. I saw a sock that you could wear with flip-flops. And I thought that would be PERFECT if I end up going to India next year with my family. But I can't remember where I saw the pattern! IT seems to me it was a sock done in colors similar to LL's "Sherbet" a kind of pale yellow and peachy orange, etc. I remember thinking it would be good to try, and I KNEW I'd remember where I saw it. (Stop laughing!) And now I can't find anything I like quite as much.

So that's all for now. Pictures soon, hopefully. I have a number of them from the Stitch 'N Pitch and I want to take some progress pics.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

I was reading Will Pillage for Yarn and she told us she'd post a picture of anything in her life (within reason, I would assume. :D). So I asked for a favorite picture of one of her grandparents.

Grandparents have been on my mind quite a bit as my grandmother died last month after a long illness and just a few weeks later it was the anniversary of my grandfather's death. It's been 26 years and I still miss him a lot. I was driving along a few years ago and all of a sudden I could FEEL him. I could smell him. I could feel how his cheek used to feel on mine when I'd hug him.

My grandmother was my last remaining living grandparent and it seems like an era has passed. She was the last of her brothers and sisters to die and It's weird to all of a sudden realize your mother's generation is the oldest generation on that side of the family these days. With my dad, his mom died when I was little, so it's always been that way.

Since the Pirate Lady was kind enough to post her favorite pics, here's one of my favorite pictures of my grandmother. I'll have to see if I can find a digital copy of my favorite of my grandad and post that later.